And the journey continues...

I feel as if I am in a time warp at the moment. I could turn back the calendar a few years, and the picture would be the same. Here I am, living in the Central Valley of a state I vowed to never live in, and I am jobless. I surf the website for any job listings and network opportunities. My hand gets a nice workout with all the applications I fill out. And I wait, wait for the phone to ring for a job interview that may lead to a job.

The picture is the same; well, almost the same. The differences are subtle but they are there. Instead of waiting for the official acceptance for graduate school, I am now waiting on the official word for a full-time position. Instead of finding a church home, I find myself delving back into the church I left. Instead of being a new face, I have friends here. And yet, two years have past, and the journey seems almost the same, as if no time has passed at all. It all boils down to this one thing. A word I often times say with an ease, but I find myself struggling with at the moment. A word that lays a foundation to the very essence of my life's journey. A simple, yet complex word. And that is faith.

Faith. A simple word.
Faith. A complex word to live.
Faith. It pushes against the anxiety that wants to cripple me.
Faith. It begs for me to hold onto the peace that wants to cover me.
Faith. It reaches for empty, open hands.
Faith. It calls for willing trust.
Faith. It cries for forward steps.
Faith. It speaks to the unknown.
Faith. It sustains when weakness builds.

So, same picture, different time. Same faith, different faith. One based on the same One from before, but a faith grown from that last picture. So, I step.